Always. [He made a slight face at the sting, but kept still otherwise from the ease of long practice. Usually it was him doing this for himself, but the principle was the same.]
But no, don't really remember.
[There were flashes of things, an endless army and six colored lights. A rip in the sky that threatened to make his heart start beating too fast. But nothing he could pull together into a coherent narrative, and he was reasonably sure that wasn't just because of the blow to the head.
He peered at Steve as the other man bustled around trying to fix him up. He couldn't help trying to find flashes of the man he knew in this younger, angrier version. Somehow knowing that all of this was still buried somewhere under Captain America explained a lot.]
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But no, don't really remember.
[There were flashes of things, an endless army and six colored lights. A rip in the sky that threatened to make his heart start beating too fast. But nothing he could pull together into a coherent narrative, and he was reasonably sure that wasn't just because of the blow to the head.
He peered at Steve as the other man bustled around trying to fix him up. He couldn't help trying to find flashes of the man he knew in this younger, angrier version. Somehow knowing that all of this was still buried somewhere under Captain America explained a lot.]
Thanks. By the way.